Collecting seashells
Overrun by the water
The waves pull me in
Going to the beach
Saltwater in my mouth, yuck
The weather is cold
Sand in my swimsuit
My brother hates the water
Playing in the sand
Archives
The Torture of the American Dream
Far away in the United States,
Working to save her children from their dangerous lives,
She feels the distance.
She misses her family.
She could not stand another Christmas or birthday apart.
She dries her tears.
She refuses to subject her children to the perilous journey.
Robbed by her smuggler,
Left without food for three days,
She was lucky.
Thousands of other mothers travel a more dangerous way.
On top of Mexico’s freight trains,
They call it “The Train of Death.”
Gregory Datto is a high school senior at The Tatnall School in Wilmington, DE. He lives in Glen Mills, PA. He is an avid swimmer and cyclist and aspires to study Biomedical Engineering next fall.
My Crazy Family
Home is a place where kids can be safe
They can have fun on birthdays and eat a lot of cake
Home is where I chill I don’t gotta worry about paying no bills,
I’m picking up on things that my two sibling normally do at home
I’ve noticed my baby sister is always eating my phone
My baby sister has her teeth, and eats like a beast
She is finally a big girl
she is doing some twists and a couple twirls
My mom she is a beautiful independent woman
She is doing real good in this hood. My mom treats me better
than any other woman could
My little brother is annoying
he is always asking me for stuff
he’s kinda boring.
That’s everything about my family I hope you enjoyed
thank you very much for listening.
Eriyanah is 12 and in the 7th grade. She attends the Morton McMichael School.
We Are All Equal
We are equal, we are family
Let’s stand together and face the cold world it truly is.
We are in a bad situation:
Jail, slavery, and death.No one deserves to serve a master
No one deserves to be a slave
No one deserves to be killed
No one deserves to be bought or owned.
Instead of looting, killing, and rioting…
let’s heal, nourish, and care for each other in these difficult times.
There are many problem makers and problem solvers in the world.
Let’s stop the problem makers that are killing minorities
and become problem solvers.
There was and still is violence.
Let’s unify and keep the world organized. Let’s not make and live in pain.
We must become peace, not violence.
Our problem is racial discrimination.
Stop killing people and be peaceful.
Let’s be equal.
No one should be killed because of the color of their skin
whether it’s chocolate, white, lite, or candy.
WE ARE EQUAL. No discrimination shall be allowed anymore! WE ARE EQUAL. No discrimination shall be allowed anymore!
Community Poem
My home
My school
My own little world
The sky
Big trees
Stone houses
The world stretches further
But I love my bubble
And my love
Stretches farther further
Than words
Animals, plants
They are safe
They are calm
They are beautiful
My mind can save the violence
My mind can save the world
Education, bravery, knowledge
Art, logic, creativity
Justice
Beauty
Sparkling hearts of sandstone and ruby
Emerald and gold
Light dancing across emotion
Changing the way we view life
The way we view the world
The world might stretch
Until the small bubble bursts
But even in silence
There is still the music
Of love
Communities
Laughing and talking
Immersing ourselves into each other
Naturally echoing
Echoing, Echoing
I am never part
Of any community
Unless….
Someday,
we will all agree
That we’re together
We will all agree
Someday
I want to be a better listener
I want to be a better friend
I want to change the world
And make a print of my hand
In blood-red ink
On the world
I want to change communities for the better
I want to make them beautiful
My bubble expands
The tips of my fingers
Graze the surface
Of nowhere
Life is breathed
Through all sides
Love
Love
Love
A trusting home
Uniquely beautiful
Depending on the little lights
Shining
Sparkling Dancing
Within
Ocean
The ocean is blue,
It tastes like salt,
It sounds like the waves,
It smells like marine life,
It looks like the rippling surface,
It makes me feel happy.
Dressed Up
Dressed up with a bow
Dancing, singing as I go
To go see JoJo
Philly Poem
Walk down the busy streets of Philly
To the library a few blocks away
Get at least five books per week
At the playground I
read while Elio played.
Pass, kick, shoot, Score!
Playing soccer at Capitolo
Few things I love more
Hungry! Me and Elio say
Surprise! Going to P’unk Burger
Hooray! Hooray!
The delicious cheesy burger
A gluten free bun
Fries covered in Vinegar
Oh foodie fun
And my house, oh how I love my house
My awesome bedroom with biggest bed
Basement playroom, messy as ever
TV ready for Friday movie night
In June on a special day
Go to the Pride Parade
Been Out and Proud
Since 3rd grade
Bright Rainbows make me feel Glad
that I am safe and supported here
I love Philly,
Silly
City of
Gritty
Home Poem
Home
Warm sugar cookies that my Grandmom prepares.
I love to look, I love to stare.
She always told me not to share
What has been in her generations for years.
My Mom is sick with a cold. But she’s so bold,
We would not even know if she hadn’t told.
My Dad is kind, my Dad is nice,
And he never shot down a game of dice.
My little sister is sleeping.
She is so peaceful, she doesn’t notice me peeking.
I can’t escape it, these feelings of home,
But really, life is unknown.
Blue Sky
Blue sky at my house
Green grass near by the black road
The cat is orange